I drove the old '63 to the top of what I affectionately called "Garbage Mountain" in the snow last week. We had to haul some scraps from the garage-building project to the local landfill and the staff directed us up a quarter mile, 30 degree (not percent) grade made for bulldozers. I didn't think the old two-wheel drive would make it, but it held and we topped it out. Scary as h*ll, but fun.
